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Cosmic Funnies
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Product Placement
Jules of Nature
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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taylor price
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Love Begins
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cherry valley forever
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last day to reblog
you now you want to.
Gonna have to wait a whole year if you miss this.
YOU ONLY HAVE 4 DAYS TO REBLOG THIS! DON’T PROCRASTINATE!
Obligatory.
Been waiting 12 months for this ….
Bringing this back because in one week …….
2 days….
The final day….
we’re in the homestretch now
Question into the void
Internet, I have a question.
When you start avoiding your boss in the hallways like you are in an infiltration quest in an RPG, does it count as a red flag, or are you just weird?
Finally have all 4 life stages let's gooo
Wait you forgot in Mary's womb! ♡ Your art is so beautiful though and that smile of exhausted joy right after birth is so accurate lmao
On the desperate attempt to keep 911 Nashville straight
(Or how a show that did everything it could to stay away from gayshipping somehow found a way to tick all the wrong - Or right - boxes)
Ok.
So I watched 911 Nashville. I did not hate it. I did not love it either. It's got some potential, if it tries to exist o n its own and not just remake stuff from 911 but cheaper and way more conservatist. Because come on, even the local captain somehow hits like a Lidl version of Bobby Nash who would have fused with Judd Ryder and somehow ended up with the personality of a blank page. (yes
What is absolutely hillarious, however, is how the plot is desperately (so far) trying to make it a good ol traditional show, not a gay in sight, let's avoid shipping at all cost. With a good old plot of "evil woman who seduced the married man and stole his money while keeping his son away from him" and the married woman sticking to her man. And the "lost son" who is somehow geting saved by the power of his newfound dad and brother. This is... so traditionaly minded? it is almost cute.
And it shows how little the people who wrote this understand fandoms, or shippers. It is adorable.
because we are three episodes in, and the ship that emmerged are :
the two "love interest" of the "male lead" : because obviously. Why would they fight for that guy. He is not that compeling. he is the human embodyment of a kleenex (for now. Maybe he will become more interesting later) The women however, has what people call "charisma" and "personality" and "will kill you energy". And they hate each other (allegedly) : this is an "enemy to lovers" that writes itself. The toxic Yuri lover looked at that and thought "well hello, isn't that a perfect ship?"
the long lost brothers : because of course. They wanted to avoid a Buddie situation, so they made the young males characters brothers. it could have worked. But they are both cute, they don't have much in common (a dad doesn't count. I mean in term of background and life history), they have interesting interractions, a chemistry, and both a reason to distrust each other, and to want to know each other better. And they are both emotionaly vulnerable right now. And they have known they were brothers for three days. come on. it is wincest all over again (even physicaly). (And I mean, fandom space has always been relatively capable of producing incest ships on their own, Supernatural is a proof of that. But since GRR Martin's work made its way into main culture, what remains of inhibitions is hiding in a corner somewhere, crying. Because GoT and HOTDT somehow made incest ships not only more commonly acceptec, but Canon). So of course a ship was about to occur.
anyways. I am not sure I personaly ship all those characters, and it is not my point. I just find the one sided fight between showrunners and fandom culture very entertaining.
It is.
We got Buddie from the og 9-1-1 and frankly even in season 9, it still feels like they’re teasing it.
9-1-1: Lone Star gave us an actual canon gay ship in TK/Carlos even if I personally felt that TK had a LOT of red flags in his behavior and that Carlos frankly deserved a LOT better than him. It is what it is though I guess.
Now 9-1-1: Nashville tried to make a thing with a guy who has a wife and an ex-gf, more female firefighters on the 113 team, a set of half-brothers and the two ships to come out of this instead are the wife/the ex-gf and the half-brothers(even if I'm kinda convinced that Blue is not Don's son given he looks nothing like him.... and you don't usually get a kid with dark traits from *two* blond, blue-eyed parents, just saying). Someone somewhere is laughing.
I am extremely happy to see that I am not the only weirdo who looked at Blue, Don and Dixie, and thought : What if he is not is son tho? WHAT THEN? the kid looks nothing like any of his parents.
(but there is a DNA test to prove so I guess genetics are weird sometimes)
On the desperate attempt to keep 911 Nashville straight
(Or how a show that did everything it could to stay away from gayshipping somehow found a way to tick all the wrong - Or right - boxes)
Ok.
So I watched 911 Nashville. I did not hate it. I did not love it either. It's got some potential, if it tries to exist o n its own and not just remake stuff from 911 but cheaper and way more conservatist. Because come on, even the local captain somehow hits like a Lidl version of Bobby Nash who would have fused with Judd Ryder and somehow ended up with the personality of a blank page. (yes
What is absolutely hillarious, however, is how the plot is desperately (so far) trying to make it a good ol traditional show, not a gay in sight, let's avoid shipping at all cost. With a good old plot of "evil woman who seduced the married man and stole his money while keeping his son away from him" and the married woman sticking to her man. And the "lost son" who is somehow geting saved by the power of his newfound dad and brother. This is... so traditionaly minded? it is almost cute.
And it shows how little the people who wrote this understand fandoms, or shippers. It is adorable.
because we are three episodes in, and the ship that emmerged are :
the two "love interest" of the "male lead" : because obviously. Why would they fight for that guy. He is not that compeling. he is the human embodyment of a kleenex (for now. Maybe he will become more interesting later) The women however, has what people call "charisma" and "personality" and "will kill you energy". And they hate each other (allegedly) : this is an "enemy to lovers" that writes itself. The toxic Yuri lover looked at that and thought "well hello, isn't that a perfect ship?"
the long lost brothers : because of course. They wanted to avoid a Buddie situation, so they made the young males characters brothers. it could have worked. But they are both cute, they don't have much in common (a dad doesn't count. I mean in term of background and life history), they have interesting interractions, a chemistry, and both a reason to distrust each other, and to want to know each other better. And they are both emotionaly vulnerable right now. And they have known they were brothers for three days. come on. it is wincest all over again (even physicaly). (And I mean, fandom space has always been relatively capable of producing incest ships on their own, Supernatural is a proof of that. But since GRR Martin's work made its way into main culture, what remains of inhibitions is hiding in a corner somewhere, crying. Because GoT and HOTDT somehow made incest ships not only more commonly acceptec, but Canon). So of course a ship was about to occur.
anyways. I am not sure I personaly ship all those characters, and it is not my point. I just find the one sided fight between showrunners and fandom culture very entertaining.
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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.
It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.
It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.
It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.
As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.
Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.
“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”
She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.
The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.
That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.
“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.
It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.
Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.
The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.
“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”
The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.
“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”
When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.
“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”
Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.
this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.
i had to
I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE
Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.
Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins
I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils. Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch. Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart
In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather. Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here. Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.
They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives.
P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.
the last lines of the show:
demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?
anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.
demon: then why?
anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.
demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.
anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!
honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗
Eh tout le monde sur Tumblr: vérifiez bien que votre portable est pas en silencieux, à ce stade c'est tout à fait possible que ce soit l'un d'entre vous le premier ministre, et Manu essaie de vous joindre depuis 8h du mat
Toujours valide en 2024.
Toujours valide en 2025.
I've had this image saved for months waiting for inspiration
Parfois la vie est frustrante.
Ok, j’ai besoins de crier un bon coup. A chaque début de vacances c’est pareil, il serait peut être temps de penser a anticiper non ?
… pardon. Je me suis emportée.
Du contexte un peu.
J’habite en France métropolitaine, dans un département côtier pas trop touristique, mais quand même un peu. Et pour accéder a internet sur mon ordi, j’utilise mon téléphone comme modem.
Parce que la fibre n’est pas installée chez moi et visiblement ne le sera pas avant longtemps (et que même si ils se décidaient a aller jusqu’à mon village paumé, les installations qu’on voit fleurir dans mon coin n’inspirent pas une confiance de ouf non plus : qui est le géni qui s’est dit que faire passer la fibre sur des poteaux en bois qu’on est déjà en train de voir pourrir sur une route en front de mer. Je demande. Qui ?? Les fils ont déjà cassés au moins trois fois).
Parce que l’ADSL rame comme si elle faisait des compet d’aviron et qu’ils ont prévu de la couper dans un avenir prochain de toute façon. Parce que ça aussi c’est logique : on supprime les anciennes infrastructures avant que les nouvelles ne soient pleinement fonctionnelles… breffff. Je digresse.
J’ai donc un forfait mobile avec beaucoup d’internet. Que je paye… que je paye bien. Et il marche bien ce forfait mobile : j’ai une connexion 4G qui passe bien jusqu’à chez moi. Je n’ai pas encore de portable 5G parce que le mien est encore 4G, qu’il fonctionne très bien et que je ne veux pas changer de portable tout les 2 ans (surconsommation bonjour).
Et je suis bien avec ce système. Sérieux. 95% du temps. Les 5% restants ? Les débuts de vacances. Parce que même si ma région n’est pas la plus touristique de France, on a quand même des vagues de vacanciers régulières. Mettons une en début de vacances de noël, pour paque, début juillet, début aout. Et comme plein (tout est relatif mais quand même) de gens arrivent en masse avec leurs tels et leur forfaits, ce qu’ils ont le droit de faire, je leur en veut pas, ils surchargent le réseau. A mort.
(simple : + de gens = + de portables = + d’accès au réseau = bouchon. Comme sur le périph, mais avec le réseau 4G)
Et à chaque fois, je me retrouve avec pas d’internet pour deux jours. Je suis en grande partie en télétravail et mes documents sont en grande partie stockés sur drive. La plupart du temps je pense à pré télécharger tout. Pas toujours. Par contre même pas penser a recevoir ou envoyer des mails, a utiliser zoom … vous m’avez compris
Une foi mon icone réseau a clignoté comme un sapin de noël en essayant désespérément de se connecter pendant presque trois semaines.
La réponse de mon opérateur quand je me suis enquise de ce qui se passait parce que ça commençait à faire long ?: « pardon. Il y a plein de gens qui cherchent a accéder a ce réseau en ce moment. On sait pas pourquoi (c’est le mois je juillet les gens). Peut-être que des gens viennent de s’équiper (on est pas non plus une région sous développée qui vivrait encore en 2003. Tout le monde à un portable) On va voir ce qu’on peut faire. Achetez un portable 5G ça devrait aller mieux. »
Alors quand c’est un site managé par des bénévoles, je ne me plein pas quand soudainement je ne peux pas y accéder. Je panique. Puis je vais pleurer sur Tumblr pour partager ma douleur comme un humain normal. J’accepte que le site n’a jamais été prévu pour autant de monde (AO3, on parle d’AO3 pour ceux du fond qui… sont sur Tumblr mais n’ont jamais entendu parler d’AO3. Z’étes nouveaux ici non ?) que des malades peuvent décider de lancer une attaque de DDOS sur un site de fanfictions gratuit (pourquoi) et que le personnel du site est composé de bénévoles qui fait un travail formidable et fait régulièrement face à tout un tas de problèmes imprévisibles allant de la « « simple » » surcharge de serveur a l’attaque purement malveillante. La plus longue couple coupure d’AO3 de que j’ai jamais vécu à duré… trois jours. Et avait été causée par un élément extérieur.
Et là, un opérateur majeur de mon pays galère a gérer des problèmes saisonniers prévisibles. Je sais pas, ça arrive tout le temps au même moment. Faites un truc pour anticiper ?
P***n de B***l de M****e. Les bénévoles d’AO3 sont mille fois plus compétents que le personnel (les sous traitants sous payés sans doute en vrai) de mon opérateur dont faire fonctionner le réseau c’est le taff.
Voilà. Ça devait sortir. Ça va mieux. Je suis sans doute injuste avec des gens qui bossent beaucoup pour pas cher (je parle des gens que j’ai au téléphone et en boutique. Le PDG de mon opérateur va très bien financièrement. Vous voyez de qui je parle).
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Haaaaate shopping for glasses. Shopping tout court en vrai mais les lunettes je dois les essayer et accommoder pour voir à quoi je ressemble et j'ai MAL AU CRÂNE
je comprends carrément. En plus on ne voit vraiment la tête qu'on a avec qu'une foi les verres posés. Avant on a qu'une idée en mode impressionnisme. Courage.
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
I’m loving how important Gladys is becoming this season like yes clock your mother
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
THE ORIGINAL? ON MY DASH
Tumblr nation, please, do me (and yourself) a favour and legally stream "Étoile" (it's only eight one-hour episodes):
Thank you for your consideration! 😘
the coruscant guard jedi general is directly assigned to them by the chancellor. they must keep the assignment hush-hush, of course, for security reasons, as the general is in a position of privilege by liaising directly with the chancellor. vulnerable to separatist attack, and so on.
fox and the other commanders big shrug at this. opsec is opsec after all. and it’s not like the general is around very often— his role is definitely in intelligence. he’s well connected with the gangs of coruscant, too, and takes a distinct pleasure in assisting CG takedowns.
sure, it’s a little weird when they see their general attacking cody’s on the holonet, but general maul promised they’d have lightsaber lessons when he got back!
